Regreso

 

Works and Texts  scattered the room, everything from Barthes to Deleuze, philosophers, know it all’s, pretentious. Each and every one. He sought meaning from them and they always told him he was wrong.

He lay on his back, watching the La Ventilador  turn and hating himself.

He couldn’t help it.

It was too easy to say the right things make the right gestures, no matter how wrong they were. Going round and round.

Repeating the cycle

Repeating the cycle

Repeating the cycle

Repeating the cycle

Repeating the cycle

Repeating the cycle

Trapped. Bashing Against the Walls.

She lay next to him. Her slow breathing and warm body a shallow comfort against the pain he knew 

was coming. Days or weeks it didn’t matter, there would be a fight, he’d get bored, shed go away, he’d run out of options, shed get fed up……..always something new.

He wanted to escape, but the TOURIST, only had a few others. Language barriers, traditions, money, and eons kept him separated from the world around him. This was not his place. Merely a temporary stopping place. A short respite in the circle of life. Walled off and separate a point in time meant to be your own.

“Mi Amor” he whispered into the dark. The language had crept into his vocabulary just like this life and these people had encroached bit by bit into territory that was his.

She stirred next to him. He turned over and looked at her. Beautiful. He made a decision. “YOLO” he shouted a pushed that bitch outta bed.

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Estrellas y Amor

 

Walking

Walking

Walking

Walking

Occasionally stopping for sustenance, some tapas here,

A bite of Pan or Queso the next time his stomach rumbled.

Simple water accompanied every meal.

The sun strolled along with him. He kept the time by his shadow and the appearance of those around him.

School children leaving for class in the morning, joggers and business man up and about around noon, the children return crying their delight to be freed from their paper and pen prisons. As the sun sets and his shadow is long behind him he continues through the park, lovers and families stroll, and as the sun nestles down in the city’s skyline, more sinister figures emerge to populate the night.  He knows when he comes to the end of this journey he must make a decision. He can see it in the distance coming closer. He is almost out of time. She’ll be waiting for him like he asked her.

Did he dare face his shame and swallow his pride?

He had run and hid doing his best to escape the bright stars, his lover shining among them.

He would hurt her again he felt. This constant going back and forth pulling away only to pull her closer a moment later healed no wounds and took no steps forward.

Estrellas. The stars. They shone bright once more in the clear sky. He could see her in the distance by their light. Watching the children she wished she could have leave the park as the night came suddenly; probably regretting every decision she ever had regarding him.

He grew close.

She turned at the sound of his approach.

He softly said her name.

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